Wednesday, May 30, 2012

thinking of day and night.

Your eyes moved
Freely over me as
Butterflies swung on
Sun drawn bends
My heart streamed your
Loveliness, internal
Warm petals, surrounding my
Head, an ethereal bed of
Light and wings
Spilling your voice into my soul
Absorbing cloud nine
Through my lifted breast
As promises grew
Into brimming day vases
Your kisses left a
Curved staircase to the
Height of me, whole
It is always not too soon
For your star falling
Eyes to set a pattern upon
This midnight blue stretch
Your influence draping the moon

In crimson.